basic info wrote:Username: ~Beautiful Voices~
Name: What Doesn't Kill You (Warrior)
Gender: Male
Genetic Coding: Ee/aa
I'm in the mood for a good description, so to win this guy I want you to describe his stall, is it a box stall in a huge stable? A stall with the door always open connecting to an arena? A pasture he shares with two other FAEs that's got a partial roof in one corner to protect him from both sun and snow? Fully up to you! Expand on one of the ones just listed or make up your own, but make it descriptive! Small stall, big stall, just wanders around the property, anything goes! Winner is being decided
~Beautiful Voices~ wrote:Username: ~Beautiful Voices~
Name: What Doesn't Kill You (Warrior)
Theme song:
"What Doesn't Kill You" by Kelly Clarkson
Gender: Male
Genetic Coding: Ee/aa
His stall... (in a story thingy)
Warrior woke up to the sun shimering through the translucent glass of the large window established on the wooden wall of his stall. Giving a low snort, Warrior picked up a clumsy amble to his food trough, his stmoach gurling within his huge equine body. Shifting the dusty shavings on the stall floor, he gulped down few gallons of water, a slurping sound emitting from his lips. Warrior gazed around his comfortable stall, his eyes falling on the oaken walls that were the structure of his shelter. Soft wounds dotted the wood planks, obtained from the days when the tree was still prospering in the Earth. Light also leakesd through the tiny hole where his companion, Dakota, an Australian Shephard brute. Warrior swiveled his ears to catch the sound of faint raindrops drumming on the tin roof, bledning with the sfrogs and other summer creatures like a symphony. Warrior brushed the side of the doorway where he could exit out into his run way, actually quite large with clumps of clover were dotted on the lush grass. With a content sigh, enjoying the nice cleaning from the rain, Warrior galloped along the perimeter of the runway/paddock, admiring how soft and worn the aspen wood was after many days his owner spent sanding it down so he wouldn't get hurt. Warrior slid to a stop, his wide hooves planted deeply in the ground, gazing at his home; with its worn oaky smell and auro of safety and pleasure. Warrior sat there, the summer "symphony" making him sway to the music of life.
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His stall...
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/any pictures of stalls should be drawn by you, and they would go here below the description/